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- Alright, take your hangman down.
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warmth coming from the army camping heater in the corner.
real enemy is right here in Moscow.
Now San Sanych was telling us about our future objective, which Karpov
But your comrade, whose mutilated body you were
Shit happens.
A fairytale of firearms.
there something blew up.
And when there was no longer need for them, they should've
- You better hang a hand-grenade there by its safety pin, and I'll
sniper after all cartoon sex games
The rag-heads realised that they have been
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heavy, standard black smoke, from which the coloured fumes were raising,
Because it's winter,
like their mother.
Our wounded, however, are cramped in the sickbay as it is.
In my mind I've already made a conscious decision: the captured sniper
You can try and live you life like everyone else, but you know that you
Then men from ZabVO, DalVO and TOF were dragged down
He yelled out: Spooks!!! and leaped back.
positioned a bottle of Vodka on this improvised table cartoon sex games
like yours.
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That's no good.
over, from his words, the latter died from his wounds and heart condition.
this madhouse - boy-scout camp Sunrise.
almost freely.
neighbouring artillery regiment, and the lads, thinking they had spoken to
second battalion, we should ship our wounded off, or they're all goners,
look away.
that the convoy won't be able to break out and would have to return.
Design furniture, crystal and china, appliances we only ever saw in
coats, twenty-five night-vision devices, no fewer than a hundred pairs of cartoon sex games
The most interesting
I wish those snakes
myself, Chief of Staff, recon CO and other officers were working on the
75m tall with broad shoulders and constant
Sanych's meeting to attend.
ripping his chest open, some blasted his head to pieces and it sprayed the
we'll bonk the asskisser.
Your comrades, too, would never let you do
one hundred and twenty-two wounded to transfer, including all from the cartoon sex games
Slowly my
Judging from the shooting, we figured the reg-heads were not leaving
fetch it, or a mine.
eaten and drunk, but we all knew who amassed most of it and using Pahka's
his own words, our compatriot, from Siberia.
a decision to personally head the convoy to the North.
amnesty and I am, for now, not a criminal anymore.
Although he stayed cartoon sex games
in the middle of the group of crawling spooks.
your hallucinations.
a few shots over his head.
have to spend more time.
out of smoke makers and our APC was wrapped up in the colourful clouds.
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